Douluo: Protects Our Spirit Hall

"Father."

Tang San turned around and saw Tang Hao's tall figure at a glance. His heart suddenly warmed up, and his eyes became more fiery and affectionate.

 He lived in this deserted waterfall valley surrounded by towering mountains for more than half a year.

 Drink water when you are thirsty and eat fruits when you are hungry. In addition, practicing is boring and boring.

Had it not been for the fact that my father was by my side, I might not have been able to persevere.

"Um."

Tang Hao nodded lightly, then withdrew his hand, turned around and stood by the pool, his eyes fell on the waterfall like the Milky Way, and his usually cold expression suddenly changed.

Tang San turned to look at Tang Hao, and was surprised to find that his father's old face, full of vicissitudes of life, revealed a touch of tenderness that could not be concealed.

Looking down, his eyes fell on the still half-dead Bluesilver Grass held in Tang Hao's hand, and Tang San couldn't help but look a little weird.

He still doesn’t quite understand why his father has a special liking for a bluesilver grass and always keeps it with him.

Even though my father once said that it was related to my mother, no matter how you look at it, it is just an extremely ordinary bluesilver grass, with nothing special about it.

Tang San was full of doubts, but he couldn't express them, so he could only bury them in his heart for the time being.

Standing for a moment, Tang Hao seemed to notice Tang San's gaze on him. Tang Hao came back to his senses instantly, his face straightened, and he slowly turned around to look at Tang San:

 “How are you doing with the random cloak hammering technique?”

Hearing his father's question, Tang San's face became solemn, and he didn't dare to hesitate and answered quickly:

“Return to my father and use wooden hammers to practice. Currently, I can barely stack up to 8,864 hammers.”

 After saying that, Tang San lowered his head silently, waiting for his father's loving scolding, just like when he was a child.

Unexpectedly, Tang Hao praised him unexpectedly:

 “Not bad, my teaching is not in vain.”

What? Father actually praised me?

You must know that since childhood, my father has always been very strict with me. If I do something wrong, my father will scold and scold me if I am dissatisfied, and he has never praised me even a word.

Now my father actually praises himself? This seems to be the first time his father has praised himself, right?

Tang San felt a little unbelievable for a moment.

He raised his head in surprise and looked at his father. Sure enough, he caught the faint smile on his father's face. Yes, his father really praised himself. Is this the love his father has for him? Very good.

Looking at Tang San with a dull expression, Tang Hao frowned slightly:

"What are you doing? Wash your filth away quickly. It's time to get out of here."

As he spoke, he raised his leg and kicked Tang San down into the deep pool.

Tang San flopped in the deep pool for a long time, cleaned his body briefly, climbed back onto the shore, and said to Tang Hao:

“Father, are we leaving now? I haven’t fully mastered the cloak hammering technique yet. The second stage of special training is only halfway through.”

Tang Hao interrupted him angrily:

“It’s a good thing to be able to concentrate on practicing, but if you want to completely master the cloak hammering technique and reach the level of mastery, you won’t be able to do it in a year and a half or even several years.”

“The current stage of practicing the cloak hammer technique is enough for you, not to mention you have other things to do next.”

“Have you forgotten that you still have to participate in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition? Calculating the time, the competition will start in one month.”

"Ah, right, right." Tang San immediately reacted, "There is also the Soul Master Elite Competition to participate in. Damn it, I actually forgot about it."

“Father, let’s go back to Tiandou Royal Academy as soon as possible.”

As he spoke, Tang San couldn't help but become a little anxious, mainly because he hadn't seen Xiao Wu for so long, and he suddenly missed her so much.

“There’s no rush.” Tang Hao shook his head slowly, “It’s not too late to go back after Tiandou Royal Academy. Next, I will take you to hunt for the fourth soul ring.”

Tang San, who was putting on his clothes, made a movement:

 “Hunting for soul rings?”

“That’s right,” Tang Hao nodded lightly, “Your soul power has reached the bottleneck of level 40. You can hunt soul rings and officially advance to the soul sect.”

That's right, Tang San's soul power has reached the bottleneck of level 40 now. As long as he obtains one more soul ring, he can directly advance to the true soul sect level.

In the past half a year, Tang San practiced day and night under the waterfall, and his cloak hammering technique had made great progress.

At the same time, the rushing water under the waterfall was like a forging hammer, polishing and tempering Tang San's entire body. Regardless of his body, meridians, mind, and spirit, all were strengthened unexpectedly.

 The dullness and boredom for more than half a year brought Tang San an unprecedented improvement, including his soul power.

After hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San immediately looked inside to sense his body, and sure enough he found that the soul power in his body was much stronger.

He even discovered that the eight extraordinary meridians in his body seemed to have penetrated two meridians again. In total, four of the eight meridians had been completely penetrated, and the Xuantian Technique that had previously been operating in an obscure manner seemed to run much more smoothly.

 “Am I really level 40?”

When Tang San said these words, even if Tang San wanted to keep calm, he still couldn't suppress the joy in his heart.

He never expected that sealing off his soul power to practice the Chaotic Cloak Hammering Technique would actually bring him such huge progress. Not only did his soul power level increase, it would also have the effect of penetrating the eight extraordinary meridians. This was an unexpected surprise. .

At this moment, Tang San's heart was filled with excitement.

Looking at the excited Tang San, knowing that he had already felt his progress, Tang Hao smiled slightly:

"There is no doubt that your soul power has indeed grown to the bottleneck of level 40, and it may even be beyond level 40. As for the specific level, you will know when you get the fourth soul ring."

“This is why I brought you here to practice the cloak hammering technique.”

"The Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique is an application method of the Haotian Hammer. It is also a casting hammer technique. Practicing it can temper the physical body and also help accelerate the accumulation of soul power in the body. However, it is only suitable for those below level 50. Realm works.”

“So, you must remember not to rely too much on the random cloak hammering method to quickly accumulate soul power. The foundation must be solid enough to continue practicing, otherwise, the further you go, the more difficult it will be to practice.”

 Speaking of this, Tang Hao's face became serious:

"Your soul power has now reached level 40, but remember, don't be complacent. Level 30 to level 40 is a level, and you have already passed this level."

“Next, there are two levels from level 40 to level 50, and level 50 to level 60. I hope you can break through the bottleneck of level 60 and reach the soul emperor level before you are twenty years old.”

“Only in this way, your future path will be smoother. I think you should be clear about the meaning of this after studying with the master for so many years, so I don’t need to say more.”

Seeing Tang Hao teaching him so solemnly, Tang San had to become even more serious:

 “Yes, father, I will work hard and never let you down.”

Tang Hao nodded with satisfaction, then waved his hand and said:

"Okay, don't say so much. Just get ready. I will take you to the Star Dou Forest to hunt for the fourth soul ring."

“Going to the Great Star Forest?” Tang San asked in surprise while wrapping the Twenty-Four Bridges of Bright Moon Night around his waist:

“Is there enough time? There is only one month left before the Soul Master Elite Competition.”

He didn't know where he was now. He could only vaguely feel that he should be in the Tiandou Empire, but it was unclear how far away he was from the Star Dou Forest, so he had some doubts. "Yes, let's go to the Star Dou Forest." Tang Hao said without any doubt, "We can't go to the Sunset Forest. It's too dangerous there. Let's go directly to the Star Dou Forest."

Then he glanced at the surprised Tang San and said calmly:

“Don’t worry, I’ll fly you there. It won’t take long. Don’t underestimate the speed of a level ninety-five super Douluo.”

"After hunting for the soul ring, I will send you back to Tiandou Royal Academy. There will be more than enough time."

"However, after arriving at Tiandou Royal Academy, you have to go back by yourself. I will not appear in front of you again. By then, you will have to rely on yourself to practice everything. Do you understand?"

Tang San’s eyes widened immediately:

"Ah? Father, why is this? Are you leaving again?"

Tang Hao didn't answer Tang San's words. After his eyes flickered a few times, he turned to ask a question:

"You have been a soul master for seven or eight years. I think you should have some understanding of Haotian Douluo's reputation in the soul master world, right?"

 After listening to Tang Hao's words, a rumor he had heard suddenly flashed through Tang San's mind—

It is said that a few years ago, Haotian Douluo Tang Hao single-handedly destroyed several branches of Wuhun Palace, causing the death of many civilians.

As a result, his reputation plummeted, and he suddenly went from being the youngest titled Douluo in the world of soul masters to being the culprit who wasted no time in human life and a street rat that everyone shouted to beat.

When Tang San heard this rumor, he smiled and made a few mocking remarks.

I thought that the so-called Haotian Douluo was just a person with the same name as his father, but I didn't expect that he was actually his father.

 This is something Tang San never expected at the beginning.

Since Haotian Douluo is his father, of course he can no longer believe Wuhundian’s words, so he said with certainty:

“Father, that is just a slander from Wuhun Palace. I have never believed those lies. How could you have done those things?”

However, what Tang San didn't expect was that Tang Hao actually nodded and admitted:

"No, Wuhundian didn't say anything wrong. Those things were indeed done by me."

"What?" Tang San was shocked, "Did you really do it, father? Why?"

Tang Hao raised his hand and touched the Bluesilver Grass in his hand, and two cold red lights suddenly appeared in his eyes:

“That’s what Wuhun Palace owes me, and I must get it back.”

At this moment, Tang San seemed to understand something. He gritted his teeth viciously and asked what he wanted to know most in his heart:

“Father, was mother killed by Wuhun Palace?”

As soon as these words came out, Tang Hao's whole body was shaken, and his cold red eyes suddenly widened, and his sharp gaze fell on Tang San, which actually made the latter feel stinging:

"I said, you don't need to know many things before you meet my requirements, and I won't tell you any news about your mother."

“If you want to know everything you long to know, then make yourself stronger as soon as possible. As long as you meet my requirements, everything will be revealed to you when the time comes. Don’t ask so many questions now.”

Tang San immediately lowered his head:

 “Yes, father.”

Looking at Tang San who lowered his head and looked a little disappointed, the red light in Tang Hao's eyes dissipated, and his sharp gaze came back:

"Going back to the question just now, because of Wuhun Palace, I can't show up at will. Otherwise, if I am accidentally noticed by Wuhun Palace's minions, I will most likely be chased by Wuhun Palace. It will hurt you."

"However, you don't have to worry about me leaving. Although I can't show up normally, I will still keep an eye on you."

 “Do you remember what I said?”

 Before Tang San could speak, Tang Hao said those words on his own:

 “Now that I’m back, I won’t leave you easily again.”

Hearing these words, Tang San instantly understood the meaning of Tang Hao's words. It turned out that his father did not want to leave, but wanted to hide in the dark and silently protect himself.

"Father."

Tang San suddenly raised his head, the fiery affection in his heart could no longer be suppressed anymore, and he swooped down and hugged Tang Hao.

 “What are you doing?”

Things happened so suddenly that Tang Hao didn't expect it. He was staggered by Tang San. He finally regained his balance, only to find that Tang San had hugged his body tightly.

Even though he knew that the son in front of him was most likely an old monster, for some reason, Tang Hao couldn't help but feel a trace of tenderness in his heart. He was not willing to use his soul power to shake him away, but subconsciously hugged Tang San back.

 “Okay, let go.”

Father and son had a deep love, and the two hugged each other by the pool for a long time, until Tang Hao couldn't bear it anymore, and Tang San was finally willing to let go.

Feeling the warmth of his father's embrace, Tang San was finally satisfied. He let go of his hand and said:

 “Father, I’m ready, let’s go.”

Tang Hao, who had a strange look on his face and extremely subtle eyes, said no more, stretched out his hand to grab Tang San's shoulders, and led him into the air, flying quickly towards the direction of the Star Dou Forest.

 …

Just when Tang Hao and Tang San and his son were flying to the Star Dou Forest to hunt for spirit rings.

Hundreds of kilometers away in Wuhun City, there was also a group of troops preparing to head north.

　　Martial Spirit City.

 The square in front of the Papal Palace.

 “Xiao Feng, pay attention to safety and come back soon.”

Holding a scepter about two meters long and inlaid with countless gems, wearing a glorious nine-curved purple gold crown, and wearing a gorgeous purple and gold papal dress, Bibi Dong was standing tall and graceful on Ye Qi. Feng stood in front of him and carefully adjusted his collar.

Her voice is soft and soothing, soft and melodious, and makes people's hearts flutter when they hear it. There is absolutely no indifference and condescension that a female pope of Wuhun Hall should have.

At this moment, Bibi Dong looked more like a wife who was bidding farewell to her husband but looking forward to his early return home.

Of course, in the eyes of uninformed outsiders, this is just the deep master-disciple relationship between His Majesty the Pope and His Royal Highness the Son. (End of chapter)